| teserrae of names dull mustard fiery gold flames organics of mushroom tea gaudy/ Gaudi/ lace/ paste St Audrey/ rust/ blood/ lace yes, tawdry lace -I can use that round and round the mulberry bush oranges/ bees/ fish/ old chain letter/ old poems stuck together/ spermed-together/ cum-came/ come on! books published unaltering of anything/ but the subtle flavouring of fish – maybe dom/dominatrix/domestic goddess/ GOD ! this girl’s great in the kitsch-en cook-stuff/ cock-stuff //really // cock-stuff/ who knows what goes on where the rosey-poesie poetry muses lie ? butterfly-netted the bee-priestess/poetess black veiled butterfly-swoop unguarded ungirded/ girdled //corsetted//cosseted our bee-keepers are impotent poetess/priestess jiggle your tits /make soup/ and I thought / I need more meat than this to feed my brain, words of madness /of bloodletting/ vein of salts/salts in the blood-wounds/ of those who … (know) lady take my hand/ let us go to the bare birthing room/ the death-room/ the room of whispers/screams/ some agony of death is here/ clean kitchens /jeyes fluid/ orange savlon/salted wounds/ //cif //blood// eggs// ANYTHING … but spare me the details for the subtle flavouring of fish – please  © Christine Murray & first published in Colony Journal.Image by Max Ernst |
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Chris Murray 